Champion - Rob Curly

Yeah

Hook it up

Booking agents hit me up

I been working, I been grinding, headline it, book it up

Doing numbers off of numbers, that’s Eleven, look it up

What’s the beef?

If I don’t hit you back, I’m cooking up

I like to lock in, get high like Lockheed

That’s LaFerrari, I roll up, that mean that loudy

Like blowing four rings, that mean a Audi

Oh no allow me, to introduce myself

I’m the reaper to the beats and nothing else

I throw like no shade, stay low like low fades

That mean I can’t stay low forever 'less it’s no fame and lose all the plays

I feel like I’m chosen

I feel like some Henny or maybe some Vodka and soda

I’m usually sober

Maybe like never but sippin' like I got another liver

Eating real good like another dinner

You another sinner

Flowing like it’s like a cold winter

It’s a cold world (Cole World) and I’m just living like it’s Dreamville

I just went and bought a white Range

I be renting out the Beem still

And I be tryna do the right thing but my loyalty is with the team still

What’s the big deal?

Don’t trip.

it’s no use

I been living off of Pro Tools since '15, that’s old news and that’s the bold

truth

I was twenty two, tryna get it on my own two

Really feeling like I’m Goku, like nigga tell me what I can’t do

I’m the same dude since '92, solid ever since the first week

Ever since I was an idea, wasn’t even born till '93

Nigga Mother Earth said «lucky me»

To keep it real, I need her under me

I don’t need her as enemy, she know everything

But I don’t remember what she said to me

Yeah, smoking don’t do the same things now do it?

Drinking don’t do the same thing’s now do it?

Niggas getting older now, time to get to it

Dripped all this water now I need fluids

Ima get to it, flowing like the sewage

That’s a «I'm the shit» line

You ain’t really made a track unless they run it back atleast two times

Still trapping off Groupon

Bread solid like croutons, put a suit on

Cuz what we smoking real serious

Loud as hell you gon' hear it

V8 with the supercharger let loose you probably can’t steer it

And failure comes around every once in a while but you can’t fear it,

it’s never that serious

I hope this Cuban bread come with coffee

And I hope this Cuban girl ain’t just off me

Cuz she just want all of my heart

But I can’t really let it up off me

It’s a pattern, I got it mapped

First I reel them in close then I fall back

Then it’s all bad, then everybody’s hurt

Why I always do them dirty?

Man I feel like dirt

That shit’s egregious but please believe me

I’m fucking with you now, I know looks deceiving

I’ma hit you back more often and take you out

Take a shot then fuck it out

Bout to take the heaters out

Nigga short the seven, hit his brain until it’s hanging out

Niggas got the bread but it’s more about the principle

Crazy how these niggas really sell they soul

Don’t you need it when you die if you tryna roam

I don’t know but that’s not a chance that ima take

And I ain’t thirsty for the fame so I’m doing great

If I could pay my bills and rap then life’s good

Give me space to do my thing like Mike Good

Niggas that I used to know getting salty now

It ain’t my fault that you can’t rap

Why you on my page, why you watching now?

Acting like a bitch nigga, fall back

I mean what type of nigga say they got cancer

Just so that they favorite artist might answer

Fucking goofy

And grimey moves is where you lose me

Cuz real niggas got they word, you just a fucking nuisance

So get the fuck from 'round me

Lame niggas stunk it up, I had to leave the county

I had to lead the pack

But certain niggas crave clout, they don’t know how to act

They don’t know how to move

In a room full of winners when you born to lose

You fucking loser

But off of that

You got me out my character, I love the fact

That everything been looking up cuz I ain’t looking back

And the lion don’t lose sleep over sheep nigga

Stay where you at

See, I tried to be a friend motherfucker… don’t you ever in your fucking life

bite the hand that feeds you nigga